After Li Ji's master heard this, he nodded and said, "Yes, boss, I can't see through it!"

Hearing this, Jian Lao was silent for a few breaths, then sighed, and said slowly: "You can't see through, there are only two possibilities, one is that one of me and Ling dies, and the other is that Ling's cultivation surpasses us, but my cultivation is supreme, and it is already the only ...... in eternity."

Zhenwu Continent, the land of the extreme west

Ji Ling felt that the chaotic dantian of the thunder genus (xìng) had not yet fully integrated into the chaotic power of the violent thunder genus (xìng), and while refining, he experienced the true mound of thunder

"Wood can give birth to thunder, and thunder is also a fire ......"

"Thunder, righteousness, thunder is extremely violent......"

"Thunder is extremely fast, but also domineering ......"

Ji Ling slowly closed his eyes while reading silently.

After getting acquainted with it, a lightning-like golden-blue streamer gradually spread on his (shēn), emitting a low, high-pitched crackling sound!

Gradually, the Thunder (xìng) Chaos Dantian in his body began to become extremely transparent!

I saw that the Thunder (xìng) Chaos Dantian in his body gradually condensed, and slowly generated a blue-purple ball of light!

At this moment, Ji Ling opened his eyes, and in that moment, a purple-gold electric current flashed in his bright eyes!

Ji Ling slowly opened his mouth, and with the movement of his mouth, the Thunder (xìng) Chaos Dantian in his abdomen slowly began to rise, until it came from his mouth to the outside world!

At this moment, the Xuanyuan Sword behind Ji Ling emitted an extremely dazzling golden light, and instantly came out of its sheath, exuding the charm of wind, the vitality of wood, and the fury of fire, which were three completely different chaotic genera (xìng), swallowing Ji Ling's original thunder genus (xìng) chaotic dantian into the world of the sword!

For a while, the Far West Land, which had originally entered the night and was already pitch black, was instantly ascended, and the Xuanyuan Sword that exuded dazzling light illuminated transparently, as if it were day!

However, after only a few breaths, the Xuanyuan Sword gradually dimmed, and slowly returned to the scabbard!

And Ji Ling's Thunder (xìng) Chaos Dantian did not have a trace of meaning coming out of the sword world of Xuanyuan Sword.

After seeing this scene, Ji Ling's brows furrowed.

He pondered why his thunder genus (xìng) chaotic dantian, with the realization that provoked him, the whole thing had to be detached from his body, and he did not refuse, (yǔn) Xu Litian's actions.

However, in the next second, his Thunder (xìng) Chaos Dantian fused with the Xuanyuan Sword!

But what he couldn't figure out was that Xuanyuan Sword first made a great noise, and then it dimmed again, as if nothing had happened.

Ji Ling, who was puzzled, couldn't think of a solution to this matter (qíng) for a while, and fell into distress Zheng

True Martial Continent, Sword Pavilion

"Disciple, please come out of the mountain! That evil demon has joined the battle between good and evil, please ask the old ancestor to take action!"

Just after the Sword Pavilion Lord's voice fell, gradually behind the curtain in the center of the big (diàn), an old man who looked ordinary walked out, only to see that the old man's pace was extremely slow, but in less than a breath, he appeared in front of the Sword Pavilion Lord who was dozens of meters away from him.

The old man frowned, shook his head slowly, and said, "Impossible, the demon can't have a scattered immortal monk..."

"The cultivation of our monks is to go against the grain and fight for their lives! Not to mention the incomparably brutal demons who have killed countless people!"

"We righteous path monks still need to go through the Nine Tribulation Thunder Tribulations! The better of them needs to go through more thunder!"

"What's more, the evil demons, their cultivation is miserable, let alone in line with the Dao! ”

"Because throughout the ages, no demon has ever survived the tribulation! Because what they have to go through is basically thirty thunder tribulations and upwards!"

"What!" When the Sword Pavilion Lord heard this, he was immediately extremely surprised.

The look of surprise in his eyes was extremely obvious, and after a few breaths, he looked in front of him as if he was an ordinary old man, and bowed respectfully, and said, "The younger generation has lost his temper, please forgive the ancestors." ”

After finishing, he paused for a moment and said to the old man: "There are so many quasi-immortal powerhouses of this demon, but..."

At this point, he stopped and looked at the old man in front of him with a somewhat (yù) look like he was speechless and stopped.

When the old man saw the posture of the Sword Pavilion Master, he smiled slightly, and said, "What's the matter, I've been a Pavilion Master for so long, why are I still like that?"

As soon as the old man's words fell, a somewhat surprising scene occurred.

I saw that the quasi-immortal price, who had always been a domineering and exposed Sword Pavilion master, was like a child at the moment, scratching his hair a little embarrassed, and then said to the old man with a little nervousness: "Back to the old ancestor, the question of the younger generation is, since the evil demon can't survive the thunder tribulation, what does the quasi-immortal powerhouse in the mouth of the old ancestor mean? Really... It really makes the juniors feel a little puzzled..."

After listening to the words of the Sword Pavilion Master, the old man smiled slightly, and said slowly: "The quasi-immortal of the evil demon in the old man's mouth is not the demon who can survive the thunder tribulation, the thunder tribulation of the evil demon is usually 30 layers above, and the thunder tribulation of our righteous path monk is nine layers, and throughout the ages, the most thunder tribulation is only eighteen layers..."

After a pause, the old man continued: "The demons and quasi-immortals in the old man's mouth are just those demons who can survive the 9th layer of thunder tribulations, you... How much do you estimate your own Thunder Tribulation?"

After listening to the old man's words, the Sword Pavilion Lord showed a bright look, and then respectfully returned: "If you go back to the old ancestor, the junior estimates that his thunder tribulation should be about thirteen layers!"

When the old man heard this, he stroked his pale beard, smiled and nodded, and said slowly: "Thirteenth floor, isn't it a junior trained by the old man..."

After arriving here, the old man walked towards the door, looking at the twinkling stars in the dark night sky, his eyes leaked a little memory, and he slowly murmured: "It was only a rare talent in hundreds of years, my senior brother, the thunder tribulation experienced was only fifteen layers!"

At this point, the old man's eyes flashed with tears, he shook his head, and said with a smile: "But ah, when the senior brother crossed the tribulation, he held that divine object and killed the thunder tribulation like a bamboo!"

"What a hero!"

He gradually turned around, and the moment he turned around, the tears in his eyes slowly evaporated.

Looking at the Sword Pavilion Master in front of him, the old man seemed to see the shadow of his senior brother.